
I like to be a little different. I walk on the wild side. I'm working and I like it.
Wanna know why? Because I like money.
Sounds pretty simple. The only problem with my current state of being has to do with the fact that I don't have as much time to be lazy. And I also really like to do NOTHING.
It's a strange combination in a person. A lazy workaholic. That's me.
I've never had much of a problem with who I am. Sometimes my parents do and I usually try to stave off the laziness to please them while I'm at home. Hence the working. I don't know if I would have survived just lazing around to be honest.
They'd want me to do stuff. So I am. I just do it because I decided I want to do it.
See how I thwarted them? I'm tricky like that. See, if they had told me to do something I would have instinctively retracted and developed an inner resistance to their parental admonitions.
This way I beat them at their own game. Of course, I'm also doing exactly what they want me to do. But that's neither here nor there.
I'm a winner. At least in my own eyes.
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